Title: Where's My 'Y' for Sympathy- Unchained
Summary: Someone from the past comes back to visit the 4077th.
Warnings: Psycho's ahead! Be ready for anything.
Notes: This fic is inspired by the great song 'Unchained Melody', a classic love song, which I've turned into a slightly disturbed, crazy deluded psycho version just for my pleasure. I've always felt it had a slight stalker quality to it. The chapter titles are lines from the song. This story is a sequel to 'Where's My 'Y' for Sympathy' involving a OC I first created back then called Gabrielle Rose. If you haven't read that story, then I recommend it (and why wouldn't I, I did write it!). I'll write a brief summary of what happened in that story at the bottom of this first chapter, so as not to get in the way of the story. This will probably have a slight HM feel to it. Oh, and this is the first MASH story I've written in about 3 years, hopefully, it doesn't suck!

1. A Long, Lonely Time

Sidney Freedman stopped the Jeep in his usual spot as he turned up for the monthly 4077th poker game.
And as usual, he went to Colonel Potter's office first of all, to greet his friend and get updated on all that was happening. The camp was quiet, undoubtedly due to the nasty weather plus there was a lot of flu cases around at the moment.

Opening the doors to the Colonel's office, Sidney was greeted warmly by the superior.
"Hey Sidney, great to see you."

"You too, you look well."

"Thanks. I'm feeling mighty lucky right now. Winchester's had a run in with the flu virus, and would you believe just as he gets back on his feet, Pierce comes down with it. But I'm feeling good that we've been light on casualties these last few weeks. And Pierce probably has about a week left before he's back at it again, which is great as long as no one else gets it."

"Where is Hawkeye?"

"We put Charles in the VIP tent to try and stop anyone else getting it, so once Pierce got it, we stuck him in there."

"I bet he's been bored out of his brain."

"You ain't kidding. Up until a day or so ago he was okay because he just slept most of the time, but he's going a little nuts now. Only so many times you can read your letters and newspaper from home. Some folks have been kind enough to donate other reading material to keep the boredom at bay."

"That shows good spirit right there."

"Sure does. I've told Pierce that he should start taking a little exercise everyday, just a walk about the camp, build up some strength. Anyway, let's get this poker session started shall we?"

"Great idea."

oOo

Hawkeye woke and heard the sound of birds chirping.

He checked the time. 5.15 am. He's lack of exercise recently was making too much sleep impossible. He yawned, stretched and reached for his pants, sliding them up his legs and standing to fasten them. He pulled off the shirt he'd been wearing last night and picked up another off the floor to change into, briefly sniffing it to make sure it was clean. It smelt vaguely clean, so he put it on.

He sat back down again as he pulled on a pair of socks and then pulled the boots onto his feet. Once fully dressed, he made his way outside. It really was too early to be up, but he figured he could have a good walk now, do some of that exercise that Colonel Potter had told him to do. Knew that if he didn't, his next big OR shift would be hell on him. Especially as wounded had been minimal around recently. That was good while they'd been a doctor down for over a month now, but somehow whenever there was a lull in casualties when they started to come again, they came hard and fast. That was something he wasn't looking forward too. Hawkeye walked around the camp, past the tents where nearly everyone was sleeping. He reached the VIP tent again, but felt like he could walk further. Knowing the more exercise he did, the better he'd feel, he decided to walk around outside the camp. Not too far because you could never tell where danger was, but just outside the boundaries wouldn't hurt. And it didn't, except that by the time he got back to his tent he realised that maybe he pushed himself a little further than he should have for his first outing. He decided that while he was up and about, he'd go to the mess tent. Breakfast would be served up soon and a coffee would help pass the time.

He never noticed the person watching his movements from afar.

Hawkeye was surprised to see Margaret come over for breakfast so early, but then being an Army brat, he figured she was used to the early start. She smiled genuinely when she saw him. Things with them were pretty much the same as before, but at times like this, when there was no one else about, it was like they were able to be a couple almost. She'd expressed that she wanted to leave the Army after the war and they'd basically set a date sometime after they got back after the war. Of course, it was the usual type of date setting, seeing as they had no idea when the war would end, but they'd declared that one month after they were home, they'd meet up and see how things went.

She came over to him, seeing he had a tray of breakfast. "Mind if I join you?"

"Well, if you can find a spare seat somewhere in this crowd then be my guest." Hawkeye said, indicating to the otherwise empty table. "Plus I may give you flu."

"I'll take my chances." She set down her tray of food and sat opposite him. "Why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep any longer. Been for a little walk around camp and came across for breakfast."

The sound of the telephone ringing stopped them briefly before the continued their small talk.

oOo

Klinger bolted up from the sound of the phone ringing. He was used to interruptions and being ready for whatever straight away.

Picking up the phone, he answered it as officially as he could muster up.

oOo

"Sir."

It was a gently nudging and his name being called that woke him from his slumber. For a moment, he was slightly confused about where he was. The voice was familiar but not instantly recognisable in his sleep deprived mind. Late night poker and drinking was never the best idea in the world.

"It's Klinger, Sir. You're in the Swamp." Klinger explained to the clearly confused Sidney Freedman.

"What's is it?" He asked.

"Phone call for you, Sir. From your hospital. They said it was an emergency." Sidney felt a bolt of adrenaline rush through him. Emergencies at a psychiatric hospital usually boiled down to a patient killing themselves.

When he got suitably dressed and answered the phone, he realised it was much worse. He hung up feeling almost numb.

"I have to go Klinger. Will you let Colonel Potter know some thing's come up and I had to rush back."

"Sure thing." Klinger replied, not liking the controlled panic he saw in the doctor's eyes. "You don't need any help or anything?"

"Not just yet." Sidney said, rushing back towards the Swamp, dressing quickly and heading back out in his Jeep Klinger watched him go. He then saw Margaret walking towards him.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"The Major had to rush back to his hospital, not sure why. It was something big though."

"Well didn't you hear anything."

"All I heard was 'How many of them', 'Are any accounted for', 'When did it happen' and 'Why wasn't I told earlier'"

"That doesn't sound too good."

"I know, I asked if there were anything we could help with, but he said not yet."

"I hope there hasn't been a bad accident there." Margaret said.

"Maybe I should see if I can find anything out." Klinger suggested.

"Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea." Margaret agreed.

oOo

Hawkeye made his way back to his tent. It felt strange not going to the Swamp, but he'd be back there soon enough he knew. He'd left Margaret in the Mess tent eating her breakfast as more people started to arrive.

Although he didn't say it to her, but times they spent like that together, just being as normal as they could he treasured. He knew how much he really cared for her. He just hoped that when they left here they'd both feel the same.

As he opened the door to his tent, everything went black.